Tree63 - Sunday

^AbNothing’s sacred, the days are cheap. Truth is thin on the ground. ^{Dbadd9 Ab}Still our prophets are crucified. ^GNobody ^Dbadd9believes they’re ^Abstumblin’. It’^Gs Friday, bu^Dbadd9t Sunday is^Ab comin’.

^AbSomeone’s saying a prayer tonight. For a hungry mouth to be fed. ^{Dbadd9 Ab}Someone kneels in the dark somewhere; ^GDarkness is ^Dbadd9already cru^Abmblin’. Yeah, it’^Gs Friday, bu^Dbadd9t Sunday is comes.

^AbSunda^Dbadd9y! ^GHalleluja^Dbadd9h! ^GIt’s not so fa^A#r, it’s ^Abnot so far away. ^AbSunda^Dbadd9y! ^GHalleluj^Dbadd9ah! ^GIt’s not so far^A#, it’s ^Abnot so far away.

^AbBroken promises, weary hearts. But one promise remains. ^{Dbadd9 Ab}Crucified, He will come again. It’^Gs Friday, bu^Dbadd9t Sunday is co^Abmin’. Yeah, it’^Gs Friday, bu^Dbadd9t Sunday is co^Abmin’!

^AbSunda^Dbadd9y! ^GHalleluja^Dbadd9h! ^GIt’s not so fa^A#r, it’s ^Abnot so far away. ^AbSunda^Dbadd9y! ^GHalleluj^Dbadd9ah! ^GIt’s not so far^A#, it’s n^Abot so far away.

^CDarkness is already crumblin’. It’s F^Griday, but Sunday is comin’. ^AmYeah, it’s Friday but Sunday is ^Fcomin’. ^CCan you feel it? Here it ^Gcomes.

^AbSunda^Dbadd9y! ^GHalleluja^Dbadd9h! ^GIt’s not so fa^A#r, it’s n^Abot so far away. ^AbSunda^Dbadd9y! ^GHalleluj^Dbadd9ah! ^GIt’s not so far^A#, our God ^Abwill have His day!